Bipolar. [On Hold]

Chapter 3

| Marie |

"Chriiiissss, come on stop playing! Let it gooo fool." I whined

After the concert last night we all came to my condo which surprisingly was enough room for all for of us, and now I was sitting at the island with a bowl of Fruity Pebbles and Chris holding my spoon. How he got it you might ask.. Well, I was talking to him and he got smart so I replied back with a smart ass remark and pointed my spoon at him so he grabbed it and now he won't let it go.

"You always been a damn whiner, I ain't finna let it go. Betta get that fat ass of yours up and get another one." He said snatching the spoon completely out of my hand and taking a spoonful of my cereal causing me to scrunch up my face and pout in dismay

"I ain't neva liked yo' yellow ass. Ugh. You had some now give it back." I state holding out my hand

He keeps it in his mouth looking at me with an "I ain't doin' shit" face on, making me want to slap him for it and the sly smirk that was going to spread across his face. "Imma fuck you up Chris."

"What girl ? You gonna fuck me ? Oh shit, you dominant.. Papi likey, we gon have to change that though." He snickers

"I DIDNT SAY THAT ASSHOLE! Lemme 'lone." I continue pouting and push my half empty bowl away from me.

"Aww wook at wittle Mawie, is she gonna cwy ? Is she gonna have a fit and thwow a temper tantwum like regular ?" He mocked me in a baby tone

Right as I was about to say something Reneé walks in the kitchen shaking her head. "You know that girl will hurt you Chris, better stop tauntin' her. You took your meds Poodah ?" She asks going through the cabinets

"Noooo, and I don't need to because I'm perfectly fine." I speak proudly

"Yeah for now you are." Chris mumbles under his breath smirking at me

Flipping him off and rolling my eyes, I hop off the stool twirling into the living room where I was met by a shirtless August on the couch fiddling with the remote to my PS4, diving onto the couch beside I toss my legs into his lap getting comfortable and watching him play Grand Theft Auto 5, cussin' out the people who wouldn't move out the way, and the ones who ran into his car, and cussin' me out cause I scared him and almost made him crash. I couldn't help but laugh as I watched him because this is exactly what I do and how I act when I play GTA, pretty much all my games to be honest.

"You and Chris hella stank. Giving me angina and shit." I say to August as he focuses on the game and not me

"That's why I'm finna fuck yo girl, and you can't do shit bout it nigga."

Giggling I jump off the couch he replied back with "I ain't finna worry bout you Mouse. Tuh. You ? Fuck my girl ? Done lost yo damn mind. That girl is mine and all mine. Fuck whatchu talkin' bout. Don't make me tell Chris to lay yo ass down and out Shawty, keep playin'." Thick ass accent flowing freely with every word he spoke.

"TUH. Nigggaaaaa. Do you not know ? I been fuckin Renee 'fore you even knew her!"

By now our laughter was on max while Renee and Chris just said "oooh" "ahhh" and "oh shit" from the kitchen and laughed at us claiming the one girl who was always there for the both of us.

"Cut it out y'all. Y'all both know I love y'all and that's it. Reneé belongs to no one, ion see no tattoo on my skin that's say Reneé belongs to such and such." She commented sitting down India Style next to August

"Wasn't sayin' that was I was up in it." August mumbled

I screamed and bursted into another fit of laughter and looked up at Reneé she was mugging me hella hard causing me to laugh harder.

"Don't hate bitch." She stuck her tongue out at me

"So y'all coming to the show later on right ? Aug and I got some shit we plan on doing so we gon need y'all in the crowd for awhile." Chris spoke smugly